Wanted: Pixie Dust

I spent my entire morning at a neurologist appointment with my mom. Her Alzheimer's has advanced, and she could not, for starters, tell the doctor my name, Rudy's name, or how many children she has. She also had some creepy, angry outbursts on the way out of her assisted living facility.

My antidote to this morning is twofold. First, two tiny fairies hanging out by a small Christmas tree, shelves filled with children's books, and a set of magnet princess dolls. Second, abandoning my list of things to do today and lounging on the couch with Marley. We're going to start with Iron Chef and then see where the afternoon takes us.